Looks like somebody's in quite the hurry this morning.
Sheriff Doug, hey, look, I'm sorry. I'm late and I'm trying to get to class.
Well, I have no choice but to issue you a citation for doing 40 in a 25.
Look, I already have all these points against my license. You think maybe there's something I could do to...get you to look the other way.
May I remind you, Mr. McPhee, that attempting to bribe a public official is a serious offense?
Uh, you know, I was just hoping that maybe, um... I could appeal to your greater sense of compassion?
[Doug leans in and kisses him]
All right. Just this once, I'll let you go with a warning.
No, no, never, never call me honey.
Dude, it's a deserted road. Chill.
Don't call me dude, either.
All right, tonight? Dinner later?
Yeah. I'll cook. My place.
Great. I'll bring the handcuffs. Kidding. I'll see you.
Yeah, I'll see you. Jack... slow down.
Mr. Hampton... is there a problem?
HHampton
Do I have to keep reading?
Well, the poem's not finished.
HHampton
No offense, Mr. McPhee, but this is a poem by a guy about another guy. It's, like, a gay poem.
I wasn't aware that poems had sexual orientation. See, this gay poem and others like it actually got Whitman fired from his job. See, he was an outcast most of his life. But he didn't care. He loved his country. He loved the freedom that it stood for, and he celebrated the American spirit every chance that he got. And here we are 150 years later, and we're still laughing at him. Your assignment for this weekend is to find a way to say, through the conventions of poetry, what you are afraid to say. I want you guys to write about something that you're scared of. We're gonna read these things out loud on Monday to each other, so I would hope that you give the same courtesy to each other that you did not give to Mr. Whitman today. Have a good weekend.
So I just caught some of your act. Looks like Capeside finally hired a good teacher.
Good teachers are just traumatized students trying to erase whatever went wrong with their own high school experience.
Do you think that you could erase my memories while you're at it?
That would be a lifetime in a nunnery.
We’ve been through so much Dawson. So many good times and bad. When I loved you, you loved Jen. When you loved me, I needed to be on my own. So I left you for Jack. Then he realized he was gay.
And then I convinced you to turn your dad in for trafficking cocaine and...you said you’d never speak to me again.
But I did. I offered myself to you at that party, after you crashed your dad’s boat.
And I refused...for some reason. And so you fell for Pacey.
And years passed... until finally here we are... saying, "I do." The way it should be... the only way it can be for star-crossed, ill-fated soul mates. So, I do.
[Dawson wakes up]
What are you doing here? It's late. Doesn't this hospital have visitation hours?
I, uh... flirted with a nurse. I can be quite charming when I want to be.
What happens when she finds out you're gay?
Look, Jen... I would love nothing more than to engage in our patented, meaningless, good-humored Jack-Jen fag-hag banter, but... first I was kinda wondering, I mean, since you're lying here in this hospital bed and you're hooked up to all these machines... how come? How come you didn't tell me, 'cause I thought I was your best friend?
Because I didn't want you to be worried. I was already worrying enough. Because I thought that if I pretended it didn't exist, it would just go away. Because I like it. I like our... patented, meaningless fag-hag banter, and 'cause I was scared if I said it out loud, it would be true, because I was just-- I was just scared. 'Cause I was an idiot.
You are an idiot. I--I could've handled it. I could've helped you handle it.
Well, you will help me handle it. I need you.
